Oh its so easy
When parts take over
My conversation

Is nothing more than lies

Youre just the viewer

So cold and distant
Ive no intentions
Of saying I love you


My conversation


We are not gods
We are not men
We are not making claims

We are only boys
You are not strong
You are not force

You are not regular
You are just wrong


There are no faces
This is my complex
You are my picture

I call you `mirrors

These are not my tears

Not my reflection
Am I a photo?
I cant remember


My conversation